@sadistpet : BITES HIM. || unprompted.
Acrid and an almost mixture of leather tanned over flame permeates, drenches the small area, rising with smoke that still lingers to the fluorescent lights overhead bathes exposed skin in waves. This in tandem with his arms juxtaposed bound above his head leads the body to sway just slightly from his weight adjusting with the kinetic force applied so liberally moments prior, now dwindling.
All but silence abates him, the foots steps of Tatiana grow quiet with each second that passes and the violence that had so wracked him subsides enough to only re-alight as pain, agony at what remained of his right eye. Exhaustion on the precipice of sleep as a head tilts back with effort to allow the hole in his head to clot, a remaining eye fluttering to a close only to jolt awake as muscles spasm in what electricity teemed there.
Despite all this, respite, in the form of this stillness -- all that culminated in its brevity, gave way to a sort of bliss borne on the need of stagnation. All thought empty of strategy or tactness in perpetuity given his mission. A pause, while diverting from his original plan -- necessary as shallow breaths deepen and a form relaxing to the slight swaying now simply rocking him.
In this confinement, a semblance of peace is disrupted. Boots hard against concrete echo in the small space filling emptiness with their crowded sounds set to thrumming his head to ache and ears ringing. strain had become his master as a neck pulled forward to hang a head level with the rest of the chamber, blinking slowly to force away any of blinded sight that had grown transfixed on the electric lights overhead -- coagulated blood spilling from its puddle in the alcove of his socket caressing his cheek to then drip drip drip.
What awaited his view stood with a certain disdain befitting the rank in which Raikov held, though now with personal reason it would seem. Blue eyes near translucent studied with scrutiny, each footfall tapping and ringing off walls. first to get closer, then to circle like a buzzard examining carron -- pausing at times to detail a particular wound beginning to turn purple, in which, snake tensed that area with great effort in the event it was further aggravated.
From what glimpses could be caught in his place left dangling by his arms -- the various creases of a green uniform near stretched out hanging loosely on pale white skin. How the trousers nearly slipped from the other man's hips sent a reminder to the state snake had left the major crammed in a locker, having issue getting the uniform on just right after having stripped him of it from what memory allowed. He would've felt bad at the image of repeatedly having to shove a blond head backward. Though now what felt like distant recollection on the brink of insanity that would have become a chuckle had ribs not pressed so hard against lungs. Truly spent of energy was when came the sharpness of teeth finding their mark. Bone against flesh applying pressure like ice shards at his left flank setting nerves aflame.
"Argghh-"
